I love my cousin Denny...I love all my cousins, but that Burke Denley Allen is the cat's meow.
I love that picture of us (look at how big my freaking mouth is...that was certainly a "hint" of what was to come, eh?)
As much as all you folks comment on my memomy, it's a damn shame I can't remember where that picture was taken. Somewhere in the ranch house (due to that damn badger or whatever that animal is on the wall) and I suspect it was in the basement.
Funny though, I can still remember the smell of the basement, and I pine to smell it again. Whenever anyone asks me what my favorite smell is, my first thought is gun oil...that's odd, but true.
And my memory isn't all that good anymore (too much cannibis intake) but I remember what's important. Gun oil and my cousins are a good place to start.....
Talk to you soon. I am just coming in to work for a few hours each day. Love you all and I am healing fantastically. Really enjoying people bringing me good food over, so I "fake it" when the doorbell rings. Kidding...kind of.
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You have been privileged to have the "cousins" that you have had. Few have the memories that you do...at the time, maybe not appreciated, but in restrospect, the greatest. You have been truly blessed by grandparents that loved you, cousins to grow up with, and an experience that several would never have. Bless all those that contributed to your upbringing and created the wonderful you.
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